Tuesday, 9 September 2008

A Pants Morning

Today has not started well! Keith is on the early shift at work so about 6.30 (yes, I know) I got up and did the usual and got dressed. "Right," I thought, "The working day starts here, let's have some laundry sorted out for the wash." So, working from my wheelchair, and with the help of my trusty grabby stick, I started to make a pile in my lap of mucky washing. I felt something brush my ankle but thought it was my skirt,

WRONG!!! First mistake.

It was something falling off the pile, had I but looked. I didnt. I started to turn my chair around with me in it and with one hand because the other was hugging the pile of laundry, but it - - -wouldn't (puff, pant)- - - go (huff huff). I threw the laundry on the bed and looked down. Silly me, I thought, I'm running over something, so I wheeled backwards,

WRONG!!! Second Mistake.

Whatever it was just wrapped itself even tighter around my front wheel. A few choice words may have fallen from my lips. I didn't remember seeing a boa constrictor in the bedroom. In vain I tried to unravel it but the thing was tightly wrapped around that wheel and I was going nowhere. And where was the walking frame? In the hall. The only thing to do was make for that and so, using the bed and the wardrobe doors for support, I waddled out of the bedroom, got the frame and waddled on into the kitchen. Good job this is a small house!

What now? This nonsense has taken about an hour but the carer isn't due for 2 hours more and I need rescuing! The bedroom looked like a major war zone, with the bed all upside-down and a pile of mucky washing chucked on it.

The dog wanted to go out as well so I opened the back door for her. It was pouring rain, which made me remember I wanted the loo too so I sat on the stool again quick!

Now, I do truly believe that God made me the kind of person that doesn't give up easily. I also believe that He endowed me with common sense enough to know when I'm beat! I daren't try to walk further with the frame in case I couldn't get back so I just had to sit on the perching stool and watch tv (awww) and wait to be rescued.

Weeks later (well, a good couple of hours anyway) the cavalry arrived and killed the boa constrictor with her scissors. What was it? Well, the clue is in the title to this entry!
P A N T S !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Raquel said...

Angie, I am just glad you are ok! Nasty ol' boa constrictor anyhoo! Maybe you need to get a mongoose to keep the snakes away! Much love, Raquel XO

Erin said...

Thank you for your comment on my blog! It's always fun to "meet" new friends. Isn't blogging the best? I love it!

Sorry about your morning... goodness, what a time you had!

Grammy Staffy said...

What a day you had!! I am sorry... I always hate it when those pant boa contrictors attack... but the way you write it up is so funny...

I hope that tomorrow is much better.... don't let any more boas attack your wheel chair.

Marie said...

haha Angie, you do make me laugh! I am sure it was a really stressful and annoying situation. Only you could turn it into a wonderful adventure! I love you to bits! (((hugs)))

Grammy Staffy said...

How are you today Angie? I hope you are doing well.

Drop by my blog and pick up some bloggy love that I have for you there.

Have a good day.

joolzmac said...

Hi Angie

Hope your day is going well. Just dropped by to say hello from down under in Australia.
Could we have some photos of your sugar icing flowers?

Cheers - Julie in Millicent, South Australia

Oma aka Meme said...

so glad your adventure came to an end and praying that you are ok--
big hugs from Canada

Shaggy said...

Oh! Dear Angie,I know it's not funny but I was rolling with laughing when I saw the pic of the pants wrapped around the wheel.So you live on a constrictor farm do you LOL!!.I think you did marvelous to cope with all that.Yes you can be in my gang LOL!! never give up!!!! We must carry on regardless mustn't we no matter what.I hope you have a much better week this week and you are feeling much better on yourself.Take Care God Bless .Kath